Lampshade shenanigans

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           I decided the time was right to collect a few more rings for my macrame.  I think I’ve explained before that my macrame doesn’t quite fit in the box with a tidy lable on it… Once Mr Google had reminded me of the basic knots from my first childhood, Semi-retirement and a second childhood meant I sort of went off in my own direction. 

          I like to use cotton string, and garden twine, again not your usual macrame material, but I like the rustic effect, and I’ve taken to knotting onto metal rings… Dreamcatchers, trees of life, or just knots as I feel like it…

          I use the metal rings which are found in old lampshades.  I buy them second hand from bootsales, charity shops and from the marketplace on Facebook.  I enjoy the fact that I’m making treasure out of somebody else’s trash.  It’s the older, battered shades I usually buy, apart from their silly prices because nobody really wants them anymore, I can pick up a wonderful variety of shapes and sizes.

          I’ve found a little shop who will sell my Macramé for me, the lady who owns it makes beaded things, and sells an amazing assortment of hand crafted goods.  We have a brilliant system, I can just make what I like, advertise it where I can and take it to the shop, and people buy it from there.  This means that Hubby can see what colour the walls are in the house again, and I can just keep making things without having to find a home for them first.  My shop lady appears later in this post too, so we’re going to call her Bead Lady.

          My mind wanders… As apparently so do my feet as I proved yesterday… So back to the lampshades…

          The smaller Macramé makes have been proving popular since the shop reopened after the virus and to be honest, I used to throw away the rings from the top of the lampshade, thinking they were too small, so I don’t have many small rings left.  It would appear it’s time to find some more supplies.

          Bootsales and charity shops aren’t up and running yet so Facebook marketplace is the immediate way forward.  I scoured the local area for lampshades for sale and arranged one afternoon to collect them all.  I put all the addresses into Google maps, arranged them in a circular order and set off at about 12.30 on my three hour walking route to collect lampshades.  I arranged to drop into the shop for what would be a much needed coffee with Bead Lady at the end of my walk on my way home.

          My first two addresses were quite near to each other so at first I had my hands full, but I’d popped my stanley knife into my handbag and cut the shades away from the rings as I walked.  My years of walking around on a paper round with my nose deep into a comic or magazine has find tuned my radar to alert me to the presence of lampposts so I just let my feet carry me on as I cut away the shades.

          As I walked I recognised a few places I’d seen before while out walking with Hubby, not usually on the same walk though.  I trecked on at a steady pace and Mr Google shouted directions from my phone in my pocket… Turn left onto this street. Right onto another.

          As I passed a bin I emptied the bits of broken shades into it and continued on my wanderings.  I didn’t really have any idea of where I was, but Mr Google gave me the confidence I needed to find my way and my collection of metal rings was growing in my bag.  A couple of the shades had been made up of hoops so once taken apart would give me some double rings to make a few 3D trees.  I had a large oval one and a square one, different shapes to the normal round rings make for a bit of extra interest.

          After another two addresses I came to a pretty little spot, I’d seen it before, but from the car window, not on foot.

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          I got a little distracted by the prettiness and set off slightly in the wrong direction, but I retraced my steps until I was back on the trail of blue dots again on my map and set off in the right direction for my next address.

          I came out onto a main road, and I recognised a garage where Hubby likes to fill up the car with fuel before or after a journey.  I had an idea I’d walked a little further than maybe I should have, but the garage had a convenience… And a coffee machine, so I was soon suitably refreshed and set off again.

          I was heading for an address I had originally dismissed as being too far away but had found another shade online in a similar area so added it back to the list.  Both of these sellers were unavailable on the afternoon of my walk, but had arranged to place the shade on their doorstep for me.  One was free, and I was to post the money for the other one through the letterbox for them in an envelope. 

          I think I was between these two furthest away addresses when I realised Mr Google had tricked me again with the speed he walks, will I never learn, three hours was completely unrealistic so I messaged Bead Lady and told her I probably wasn’t going to make it back in time for coffee. 

          I had walked across an overpass between these two addresses and had to retrace my route back again before turning in a homeward direction.

          Again, Mr Google knew where I was, even if I didn’t.  It would appear I was somewhere on a footpath and cycle path, above the houses, and heading towards a bridleway.

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          However, once I’d crossed the overpass and followed my directions down to the path beside the road I was amazed to see that I’d just walked over one of the “hobbit bridges” .

          There are two of these bridges on the way in and out of Weymouth, we’ve been under them often in the car and they make me smile because they remind me very much of the entrance to a hobbit house.  I’ve often tried to take a photo of them through the windscreen as we pass and promised myself that one day maybe I’ll walk far enough to photograph them properly.  Unfortunately, I hadn’t planned on the walk here and back being in the middle of a circular route.  Oops!

          I finally realised how much I’d bitten off, but my route for my two more stops was in a homeward direction so I set off again.  Bead Lady messaged me again to see if I was almost there or not and when I was no where near she decided to shut up shop slightly early to go for petrol on her way home… Petrol from an out of town supermarket not far from my location and would I like a lift back to town.   

          Wouldn’t I just, I called for my next lampshade and then headed for the supermarket where we spotted each other and I climbed in to the car.

          Until then my feet had just been plodding along on automatic, I would have probably made it all the way back home without a problem, but as soon as I stopped moving they started to let me know they weren’t happy.

          Bead Lady not only took me back to town, but finished my treasure hunt with me first, my last two shades were free, as the lady had withdrawn them from sale when she discovered a mark on one of them.  After I had explained why that didn’t matter she said she would just leave them on the doorstep for me to pick up.

          After each collection I had sent a message to say thanks and explained what I was about to do with their lampshade and where the shop was if they would like to see my knotting.  My very first call had been a lampshade with the double rings on it and the lady had messaged me to say she had another as well so it was very tempting to go back.

          Bead lady took me there too and so we finished my treasure hunt in the same place as I had started, and then she dropped me home.   I did remember to tell her how wonderful she was…

          And today?

          Well today I have stubborn legs… They aren’t planning on going anywhere. 

          More from before: A little peek further into the world that I’ve “Created“.

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